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Endless days and endless blights of old,
Stood I on a hill of death to see my heart a flow.
Was taken by an angel dark of heart
To see my unborn soul,
And smashed by the devil's rath
To become the man they mourn
Million pieces , million shrouds ,
And lies of men
Hiding behind false faces,
I take it all in the name of love
To save our damned races.
The pain , the hate , the sorrow ,
The lying man behind the mask,
No hope for me tomorrow.
Keep me as I am and keep me as a memory ,
You've lost me all that day in the sand,
You've lost our gods empathy.